Page 84 of Bourbon Sins
He turned to me and said, “Will you join me?”
I couldn’t help but smile as I nodded my head. “I never took you for a star gazer.”
“I’m not,” he said matter-of-factly. He helped me down onto one of the cushioned blankets, his hands so gentle. “You’d be surprised at the things people do, not thinking they’re being watched.”
I threw my head back and laughed. “You’re a peeping Tom, a Pervy McPerv-ee-son, you’re a total creeper.”
He shrugged nonchalantly and said, “Guilty,” with no hint of embarrassment.
He sat down on the blanket after he turned on the music to some classic New Orleans jazz. Once he settled, he said, “This won’t do.”
“What won’t do?”
He dragged me over in front of him so I was nestled between his legs and leaned against his chest.
“Much better,” he said into my ear. “Are you cold?”
Ha! More like my vagina was on fire from the way he kept whispering seductively into my ear, but I didn’t say that. Instead, I just shook my head no.
“If you get cold, let me know. There are plenty of blankets. I don’t want my little one freezing her nipples off.”
I laughed as he grabbed the picnic basket and pulled out a bottle of wine and two glasses.
“Now listen, I’ve seen you drink and the effect it has on you, so I’m limiting you to one glass; I don’t need you making out with any girls, or speaking into your shoe, calling me vagina face.”
I whipped my head around and said, “Vagina face? What are you talking about?”
He laughed to himself and said, “Remind me to show you some security footage later.”
“Oh Jesus. Can’t wait to see how big of an ass I made of myself this time.”
“I got a good laugh out of it.”
“Glad I could entertain.” He handed me a glass and I took it, making sure to take small sips, unlike the normal gulps I was accustomed to. “So, who are we going to spy on first?”
Jett picked up his telescope and popped off the lens cover. “Let’s see if the Mastersons are up right now.” He looked straight ahead and I could feel the vibration of his chuckle against my back as he studied what was in front of us.
“What?” I asked, completely curious.
“Looks like Mr. Masterson is practicing his scarf dancing again. Damn, you’re going to get a good show tonight.”
“Ooo, let me see.”
He handed me the telescope and pointed me in the right direction. It took me a couple of seconds to focus because, once he let go of the telescope, he wrapped his arms around my body and rested his chin on my shoulder. I tried not to think about the intimate position we were in, but it was hard not to when I had his strong body wrapped around me.
“Do you see him?” he asked, snapping me out of my haze.
Pushing back my thoughts, I focused on what was coming through the telescope. There was a balding man, who was significantly overweight, with man-fupa and titties almost bigger than mine prancing around a classically decorated living room, flinging scarves around like a damn belly dancer.
I pulled away and said, “That is so wrong on so many levels and, frankly, it disturbs me that you watch this.”
“Just keep watching,” Jett said, as he tickled my side.
“Knock that off,” I said, trying to focus.
My eye caught something that kept reflecting light, but I couldn’t tell what it was.
“What is that . . .?”
